Chapter 2
"Mom, Dad. I got a job at Tagaytay."
I said to the mirror, practicing my line of how I will be telling the news to my mom and dad. The previous tone seemed a little disappointed. I tried again, a little more chirpier.
"MOM, DADDY! Guess what! I got a job, it's at Tagaytay!" __ maybe that was too peppy.
"Mom, Daddy. I got a pretty good job offering at Tagaytay." __ I kinda sounded too unsure of where this is going....
"WHAT CHA' PRACTICING FOR?" My sister practically burst through the door, wearing mom's apron. She made me step back in shock; the back of my foot hit the base of the body mirror.
"Ouch!" I screamed as the pain rushed from my foot. "Jullie! Don't scare me like that!" I directed to my 10 year-old sister.
Jullie, being Jullie, headed to my bed and sat there as she smoothed down her apron and wrinkled my sheets. She knows pretty darn well that I hate it when my sheets get messed up by someone else. I also hate it when she places her things there, especially her wet towel. (My bed is definitely not her towel rack.)
"So..." She started as she used her fingers to tame her light auburn hair into their curly snow white style. "You got a job?"
"Yes. I got a job at Tagaytay, but only every Thursday.... This coming Thursday."
"Why haven't you told mama and daddy yet?" Jullie asked as she stood up from my bed. (Sheets wrinkled) and headed for the body mirror.
"Hey, fix my sheets first. Respect others things and they'll respect yours."
"Your my sister. You respect (and love) me either way." She pridefully stood beside me, checking her hair out in the mirror.
What scares me the most about my sister that everything she says is true. I do respect her, for the fact that she is top of her classes, joins a lot of religious groups and non-profit organizations. She also takes over the role of Mom when she's not around because she has to work. Despite being in Grade 5, she's already wiser than me and sees the true nature of enlightenment in life. It usually takes people years to find out what it is, yet there she is, at the young age of ten. Already has a goal, already finds a purpose. Already guiding me through my everyday life like she was the absent mother that I am biologically related to.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get all wise on me." I said dryly as I walked away from the mirror and fixed my bed. I know I've got OCD when it comes to our room....
"So, about telling mom and dad." She went back to topic, turning away from the mirror and towards me, chubby hands on her hips. "When are you going to tell them?"
"I don't know. When we actually see each other." I slumped down to my fixed sheets. Ruining my work.
"That's hardly possible. Dad's too busy at the clinic. Mom's a CEO. When do they arrive home, when do they even leave in the morning?" Jullie asks me, exaggerated maybe.
Jullie is always asleep when Mom and Dad arrives home (11:45pm), and leaves early at the crack of dawn (4:30am). Both Jullie and I need beauty sleep but I sometimes wake up to the sound of mom coming into our rooms to kiss us good bye every morning. Jullie doesn't know that she does that.
"Well, maybe I can get them to come home early tomorrow. So we can have a nice family dinner and stuff." I told her my plan.
"Not gonna happen. Tomorrows Wednesday. The day Dan attends night school. It won't be much of a family dinner so Mama and Daddy's probably gonna bail on us."
"Well, you got any better plans?" I asked my sister.
"Sure...Text them! Like_ Right now." She ordered.
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